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A Little Lestrange	By : DTheSwitch Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 10474 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Good morning, Neville.�
Neville looks up from his herbology text to see Luna Lovegood looking at him. She has that bizarre smile on her face and her lost-in-the-clouds look. She had a couple of books under her arm.
�Oh, good morning, Luna,� he said in a soft voice. This was the library, after all. He didn�t feel much like talking, after last night.
�I was looking for books on Nargles, and the librarian told me they didn�t have any. Can you believe it?�
�Um, actually, well, I can.�
She smiles obliviously, �So I decided to get these books, for fun. What are you reading?�
�Herbology.�
�Of course. Well, I�ll see you later, Neville.�
�See you.�
Luna turned and left.
Neville returned to his text, trying to banish the thoughts of Bellatrix Lestrange from his mind. He tried to refocus more and more on his studies, but the more he tried to avoid thinking about Lestrange, and the dream he had last night, the more it haunted his thoughts.
It had to be a dream. But why did he have it? Why did it feel so real too? Neville wanted to ask one of the professors about it, but he felt nervous, ashamed.
Neville sighs and puts the book for reshelfing as he gets up and gets ready for dinner.
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Neville is lying in bed. He tosses and turns. Sleep comes difficultly.
He turns around, and he feels a warmth curled up next to him. At first he barely notices it. And then he can smell her, feel her lips brush against the back of his neck.
She says only one word, in a soft tone: �Slave.�
Neville whispers back, �Yes, Mistress?�
He feels her flip him onto his back, her tiny bony hands pin him down, she presses her wand against his head, �What have you been up to?� He feels her presence, her deep intense eyes, her exaggerated looks, probe through his mind. His memories.
�I have a job for you, Slave. Underneath your bed you�ll find a black robe and a mask. They�re yours now. They will mask you from detection. I want you to wear them tonight, sneak over to Ravenclaw, and I want you to fuck the Lovegood girl.�
�W�w�w�what if she doesn�t want to?�
�Use the Imperius curse. Do this for me, and I will reward you. Do you want to know what you�ll get out of the bargain?�
She takes his hands and presses them against her ass, gives him two handfuls. Neville grows a little harder. She whispers in his ear, �I�ve never had one back there, Longbottom. I�m an anal virgin. Yet I�m rewarding a tiny-pricked worm not worthy to lick my boots with my delicious hole. I am a kind Mistress, aren�t I?�
�Y-yes, Mistress.�
�You will do your Mistress� bidding, won�t you?�
�Yes, Mistress.�
�There�s a good boy.�
She lays in bed her legs spread open, her boots and leg visible in the slit of her skirt, as Neville gets out of bed. His roommates are asleep as he checks under the bed. The black cloak is there, as is the mask. It shows a face, contorted with pain but with a malevolent grin to it.
Neville pauses for a moment. These are, after all, the robes and mask of a Death Eater.
Bellatrix looks at him appraisingly. As though her gift was unappreciated. Neville puts on the robes and the mask.
She smiles, and Neville smiles too, underneath the mask, he feels that dull ache in his chest growing.
Neville slips down through the labyrinthine series of stairs and hallways silently into Ravenclaw�s common room. He pauses, unsure of just what to do next.
A bedroom door begins to creak open and Neville is ready to stop the whole thing and run away here. His heart is ready to jump through his chest as he sees Luna staggering to the bathroom.
She starts heading down the stairs, a curious look on her face. She�s dressed in white pajamas with blue trim.
She looks around concerned, �Is somebody here?�
Neville waves his wand, �Imperio.� And like that, Luna is frozen in place, awaiting his command.
�Get on your knees.� She does so. Neville undoes the bottom of the robe, his dick flops out. �And suck my dick.�
Luna obediently does as she is told. Her mouth wraps around, caressing every inch of Neville�s dick. This slow gentle up and down lasts for a few minutes, until Neville orders her to bob her head, which she does. Neville lets out a little groan at the feeling, something Bellatrix, and no woman, had ever done for him before.
�Good. Now stand up and take off your pajamas.� She does. Luna is still developing, but she has some breasts already, and she is completely unshaven, a mat of blonde hair nestled between her legs. Neville�s eyes trace the outline of her body.
�Now bend over.� She does so, bracing herself on the couch. Neville positions his erect member and slowly slides it inside of her. He feels resistance. He groans at the tightness of her, slowly thrusting as he feels her hymen tear and break. He keeps thrusting, she�s groaning gutturally as Neville pounds her.
�Fuck me back.�
She starts pushing herself up against Neville. He grips her hips with one hand, reaches around with other, and begins slowly rubbing her clit. She begins to grind harder and faster, her body responding to the stimuli. She�s not Bellatrix, but she feels good.
Neville keeps thrusting faster and faster. Luna moans as her body begins to shake. She grips the couch harder as an orgasm, perhaps her first, rocks her tiny blonde body. She grits her teeth and moans as it comes.
Neville pulls out. �Lay on the floor.� She does so. He gets on top of her, pounding her hard. He�s so close, so ready to come, but he doesn�t want to inside her. Something feels wrong about it. So he pulls out and comes across her tits and stomach.
He doesn�t stay to cuddle. �Stay there until someone finds you.� He says as he leaves the room. His heart is racing, his mind hurts, his eyes strain, what is he doing?
He is not doing anything. He is powerless in the grip of this woman. She is the puppeteer, he is the puppet, he is the slave, and she is Mistress Lestrange, and her will is his bidding. He just raped Luna. His friend Luna. Harry�s girlfriend Luna. Just for�just for what?
His dick quivers and the hollow space in his chest grows as he knows the answer.
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